Fuwata Kawano

A marriage that started with a contract, two hearts that dare not get close Jiang Qingye, a patient with congenital heart disease, signed a contract in order to raise money for his mother's life-saving medical expenses—— Married to Lu Yunchuan, CEO of Lu Group, for one year. "We are just a transaction." On the day of registration, Lu Yunchuan didn't even look at him. Qingye clutched his thin certificate book, his knuckles turned white, nodded, and said softly: "I remember." ------------------ He thought this marriage would be a long and painful one. Lu Yunchuan has a bad temper and an even more poisonous mouth. Qingye fell ill in front of him for the first time. He curled up beside the bed and couldn't reach the medicine bottle. In exchange, he said coldly: "There must be a limit to acting. Don't really bring yourself to ruin. I don't have time to deal with your funeral." At that moment, the last light in Qingye's eyes went out. ------------------ But later, Lu Yunchuan began to change. He would feed him porridge clumsily, would panic so much that his voice changed the tone when he fainted, and would secretly pick up the roses he had thrown away from the trash can late at night. "I'll try to say as little as possible from now on." Lu Yunchuan added stiffly, his ears turning red. That was the closest thing to an "apology" he had ever heard in his life. ------------------ The turn came unexpectedly. Grandma's death, family pressure, Ling Wei's appearance, and the cold engagement agreement. Jiang Qingye was lying on the hospital bed, listening to the woman say, "Leave Yunchuan as soon as you know your identity." The alarm on the heart monitor almost sounded again. He deleted Lu Yunchuan's WeChat account, went through the divorce procedures alone, and booked a flight to Manchester. On the day he left, he only sent one message: "The divorce has been registered with the Civil Affairs Bureau and the contract has been terminated." Lu Yunchuan looked at the sentence "The other party has not added you as a friend" on the screen, and for the first time he tasted what it means to be "powerless". ------------------ Four years later, the simultaneous interpretation venue in Geneva. Jiang Qingye wore headphones, his voice was cold and steady, and he translated every word of Lu Yunchuan's speech. "Jiang Qingye, we just have a working relationship." This is how he defined their reunion. But Lu Yunchuan didn't intend to let go anymore. "This time, I won't let you go again." He put down all his body, clumsily approached, and carefully made up for it, crumbling the four-year debt into the warm water and peeled orange segments each time. ------------------ But fate never forgives people easily. On the reexamination report, the words "valvular regurgitation worsened" were like a knife, piercing into the stability that the two of them had finally put together. "What if... I don't live long?" Qingye lowered his head, his voice as soft as a sigh. Lu Yunchuan suddenly grabbed his wrist, his eyes so red that they seemed to be bleeding: "Listen, I, Lu Yunchuan, will recognize you for the rest of my life. Even if such a day comes, I will stay with you." ------------------ On the day of the operation, Lu Yunchuan tied a red rope that he had knitted by himself around his wrist, and stuffed a bag with their names on it into his hand. "Wait until I come out and take you to eat wontons." Qingye said with a smile. "Okay, add three spoons of vinegar." Lu Yunchuan's voice was hoarse. ------------------ This year, he loved him, lost him, and found him again. But some people, once they live in their hearts, they can never let go. Lu Yunchuan watched the door of the operating room slowly close and buried his face in his knees. ------------------ ——This is a story about "hard words but soft hearts" and "loss and recovery". You will find that the deepest tenderness is often hidden in the clumsiest protection. Intention: Warmth and redemption, running in both directions